selfish immortality.


when you lay your abilities down like that.
they either get admired.
or trampled upon.


oh for goodness sake.
gimme a break.
cease all attempts that have come to naught.


what would be perfect right now.
is a nice, warm cup of chocolate from Starbucks.
and a wide, golden hay field for my inspiration to run amok.


most of our lives are spent in restraint.


you operate and motivate on synthetic fuel
you're mother nature and an atom bomb
so set me free, set me free
cause i think you need my soul.

perfection at 8:51 PM